Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: the last airbender! This is a poem about Zuko's scar. Please read and review. No flames.
More than a scar
Incurable mark,
There to stay.
Lies upon his bad side,
Covers where one eye would be,
A squint of a golden eye looks out,
But it's not the same as three years back.
Harmed by the very man he once admired,
Abandoned and abused.
A scar is what he gets,
A painful reminder.
Banished by his own blood,
No longer welcomed here.
He flees,
One man follows.
Scarred and lost,
Trying to find the light.
One half damaged,
Never will it be the same.
Wishes to go home,
Forget it all.
It's a curse,
Cursed to waste away in the salty seas.
Exploring the seas,
Hunting down the coward.
Men have tried before,
Yet never succeeding.
But something they did not have,
The scarred boy does.
Honor he had lost,
There's one way to redeem himself.
To find and catch,
What others never could.
First attempt,
He misjudged.
Another day,
He almost had him.
If it wasn't for the snow,
He would have had him.
He's confused,
What side he is on,
He no longer knows.
He could have left the boy,
Hung up to die.
Freed the boy,
Who he's sworn to hate.
Next time when they come face to face,
It's like nothing occurred,
Things go back to how they started.
He's lost,
His way has lost.
Confused and in the dark.
Fooled and misled,
Uncovered the truth,
One by one.
One man who he could trust,
Pushed away by the very one himself.
He wishes for forgiveness,
He's lost and in the dark.
He's so confused without him near.
It took one day,
When the sun was black,
To stand up to the man,
Who dares wear the title "father".
He stayed and waited like he said for it too end,
He was ready,
He was not afraid.
The man who always loved him,
Like a real father should,
Taught all he knew,
And for that he was grateful.
The man who never cared,
On the floor but for just a moment.
He flees to free,
the man who truly cared.
Plan to free him,
But he was gone,
Escaped on his own.
He goes off,
On his next goal-to face his destiny.
He's found his way,
Once was lost,
But now is found.
The scar still rests there,
On his face,
Only difference,
It no longer bothers him as it did before.
The banishment and burn,
No longer a curse.
Without those two,
He would still be lost and searching.
Even if he could be rid,
Of the mark,
It wouldn't feel the same,
It wouldn't feel complete,
This scar,
Has made him who he is today.